Levitea,
This is one of the best threads, ever. Thank you.
While I was an undergrad, I worked in the kitchen at a very large, privately owned hospital on First Hill in Seattle.
I helped serve meals and cleaned up after as part of a large crew of college students from all over the world. We worked evenings, weekends and holidays and were all students at the U of W, Seattle U and SPU. There were a few ESL students prepping at Edison Tech (now Seattle Central Community College) for one of the local universities.
The best part was the comraderie and international friendships (two of which, for my wife and I, continue on, 40 years later). We had a lot of fun on the job and at the outrageous parties we had at every opportunity, all over Seattle. We also had very understanding bosses (Ms. Ziegler and Mrs. Gannon).
The bad part was the sht (literally and figuratively) that came down the clean-up line after the meals. Crp, eyeballs, other prosthetics and other imaginative creations would shut down the line until nursing staff from the offending unit came down and cleaned up. I (don't) apologize to anyone grossed out by this description.
I met my wife of 41 years in this strange, and sometimes gross, environment; I couldn't possibly complain. In retrospect, this was one of the best times in my life. Everything in my life flows from there.


